It Was Funny, AND Serious.

My youngest son has had gastrointestinal issues since he was a few months old. For over a decade, we visited a surgery center for digestive tract monitoring three to four times a year. We’d just done it two weeks before I saw that bumper sticker.

Sometimes at the center, I’d see kids in even tougher situations — kids who couldn’t use the bathroom unassisted. Laughing at that bumper sticker, I thought about those kids and realized: being able to poop independently is a blessing we usually overlook.

So I didn’t just smile and move on. The next day, I wrote a poem and sent it to the family group chat.

One of my nephews responded: “shakespeare could never…”

My oldest child responded: “pure genius.”

My mother-in-law gave the 💩 emoji — which I took as her sign of approval.

And my wife said: “That’s my man and I’m going to stick beside him.”

Their reactions were all the ‘approval’ I needed to share this far and wide. The poem was a joke. But I was serious about smiling when you poop.